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What was supposed to be an afterparty for the big game, win or lose, had turned into something else. Everyone was invited, intentionally or not, and anyone who was anyone was going to be showing up at the front door, if not slipping in through one of the other entrances. It all proved far too much for the mostly unseen host to handle, and he was way too drunk to do anything about it anyway, vanishing from the scene to leave the fate of his parents’ place in everyone’s collective hands. His folks were going to kill him when they got back from their trip, of course. The place was trashed just by consequence of there being so many bodies packed into it, knocking over priceless vases or shattering the frames of original pieces of artwork without even meaning to. It was only going to get more chaotic as more guests entered.

With such a crowd, naturally there were a few notable faces to be found. Beyond just the college team and their cheerleaders, most of the school was there, along with plenty of visitors from off campus. Gwen was among them. She stood amid the crowd, holding a red cup, acutely aware of just how many looks she was getting. A big hyena like her always earned some stares, notably towering over most everyone else around her, even some of the athletes. She was just trying to soak in the atmosphere and enjoy the DJ’s appealing, if repetitive set, but it was becoming abundantly clear that some fans had figured out she was there.

“But would you eat [i]me?[/i]” a big badger guy, probably a part of the team, asked a little too loudly. . “Not that I want you to. Just, [i]would[/i] you, you know?”

“I bet you don’t even actually do it. It’s just some camera trick. Or maybe CGI? That you do live, anyway.” Some bear went on despite having no fucking idea what he was talking about and nobody actually listening to him.

Gwen was popular enough as a streamer, no matter how niche her content might have been, that she eventually found herself surrounded. She could have easily thrown around her striped weight and barrelled through there if she really wanted out, but she endured it for a little longer, ignoring the crowd. At least until they started making demands of her, framed as suggestions.

“You should eat someone right now to prove everyone wrong,” that badger said again, folding his arms, looking a little smug about it all. It wasn’t clear what Gwen needed to prove in the first place.

“Maybe Tim?” a white wolfess quietly yet firmly said. From what she’d over heard, Gwen was pretty sure her name was Angel, or at least a nickname. She blatantly pointed to a short mouse boy in glasses, playing games on his phone and paying no mind to Gwen or anyone else around him.

Voices blended into each other. “Fuck yeah, him! You should eat him! I wanna see you eat him!”

The voices were becoming a cacophony. People were pointing and jumping up and down or just drunkenly swaying, joining in on the insufferable consensus. That was when she had to assert herself. She folded her arms and spoke in a firm tone, loud enough to make sure all her supposed fans heard her.

“I don’t do requests.”

Angel put on a pouty face. “Aw come on, don’t be like that, it’s not like we’re asking you to stream it!”

“Yeah, don’t be a pussy!” someone tried to inexplicably goad.

“Told you she doesn’t really do it,” the bear said again.

Gwen was used to those kinds of idiots given her career. She didn’t need a mod team to deal with them. It was almost time to turn her attention away and shun the dumb students until they forgot about the whole thing, until someone reached into their pocket and pulled out their wallet. The small dragoness didn’t mince words.

“Here’s twenty bucks. It’s all I’ve got on me.”

Gwen glanced down at the bill in a little dragon’s outstretched hand. She snorted.

“That’s it?”

“Here’s twenty more,” someone else said, followed by another.

Someone pulled out a fifty, and others at least offered fives. Gwen started gathering it up and adding it together. It was a few hundred before the well ran dry around her. She licked her lips, and eventually shrugged when she seemed satisfied enough.

“Alright. Fine. But nothing fancy. I’m just putting him down.”

Meanwhile Tim hadn’t even noticed how many people were paying to see him get eaten. He wasn’t even sure what he was there for. There were far too many people and he didn’t exactly have many friends in such a place. He definitely should have been studying, but if he at least got through the party he could say he was there. When a huge hyena woman came tromping up behind him, he didn’t so much as turn his head. There was plenty of noise already, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t there to talk to him.

Gwen considered clearing her throat and introducing herself. She dismissed that idea pretty quickly. She wasn’t being paid to be polite. And her belly was starting to rumble, she had to admit. Reaching down and grabbing that boy by the collar, she left him startled to the point of frozen as she dragged him right off the touch and into the air. His shirt started ripping in her grasp, which suited her purposes just fine. A little more intentional tearing with her other hand and she had him topless and squirming in her clutches, staring at her from behind big round glasses, eyes gleaming.

“What ... ?” he managed to get out before she continued her assault on his clothes.

Scraps fluttered down to the floor, adding to the general clutter and debris of discarded cups and other mess. It was as good as ruined. That was all it took to get his pants bulging. He was fully hard by the time she got his fly down - popping one of his buttons off in the process. She wasn’t careful with those pants either, giving them another good rip on the way down his slender legs just to make sure he knew it was [i]final[/i]. His underwear, such boring nerdy briefs, didn’t last a second. She ripped them right off his ass and exposed his cute little cock to the entire party. The giggles of the crowd mixed with some impressed comments at just how hard he was, size aside.

“What’s ... what are you doing? What’s all this about? Why is everyone ... looking at me?” He glanced down at his cock, fully aware of how many people could see him. His voice carried a bit of hope. “Did all these people pay you just so they could see me, um, get laid?”

He stumbled over the terminology, but there was a flash of eagerness in his eyes. That wasn’t to say he was chill about the whole thing. He looked like he was one good scare away from fainting, trembling in her grasp, arms and legs so stiff he couldn’t have squirmed if he wanted to. Gwen stared him down just a little longer. Cute boys were especially easy to paralyze with just a gaze. It was fun. She probably could have made him cum if she stared hard enough for long enough, but instead she reached out for him to squeeze him on the shoulder and keep him in place for a show.

It was a brief one, much less elaborate than she might have given a stream. There were no cameras to take the closeup of her great, toothy maw. Showing off all those bone-crunching hyena teeth, and her thick, wet tongue, steaming up the boy’s glasses with her breath brought a little squeak out of him. What was his name again, Tim? Whatever. All she saw was a twink who was going to slide down her throat with ease, and she didn’t waste any more time. She wasn’t getting paid for the full performance, and seeing that skinny thing naked was making her belly rumble so fiercely that whole rows of onlookers could hear it. He flinched when she reached out for him again.

“Hey, wait, surely we can talk about this ...”

Scooping him up into a comfortable eating position was easy enough. She got her hands under his hips and just snatched him up into the air. He gave a sharp whimper there, already overwhelmed by her touch, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t taking it slow for his sake. The one called Timothy got a few more seconds of staring into her dark, drooly, steamy mouth before he got stuffed in face first. She immersed him in a generous dose of slobber and sucked on his head a few times. Any further noises he might have made were swiftly muffled by her starting to gobble him down. The first few gulps didn’t quite catch at anything, but she was getting there.

Rolling her tongue under his chin and over his chest, gnawing on him just a little, shoving him by the ass straight down her gullet made him disappear pretty quick. Once she got her throat around him, that was pretty much it. She didn’t have to push anymore. Gulping hard enough to drag his chest across his tongue and get his hips framed between her lips made the audience gasp and chatter plenty. One good [i]slurk[/i] tucked away so much of that boy at once. Then there were the excited murmurs that came when she got her tongue between his legs and really made him squirm with a few well-placed slurps.

That was all it took. Half a dozen strokes of her shiny, sloppy tongue and the mouse went from writhing in mixed fear and arousal to instant, uncontrollable release. That boy could cum hard for such a little thing. Gwen felt it all pouring across her tongue and gathering up in her throat. She made sure to swallow it down and splash him in the face with it. Tim’s legs were rigid, but they slowly went limp in her chops when he was done twitching, when he was completely drained, framed between all those fangs, bathing in her spit, absorbing every hungry huff that wafted up from deep inside her. One more good toss of her head was all it took to whip him around and slurp him right down to the very tip of his tail. The audience barely even got a final glimpse of him before he was just [i]gone[/i].

Her disappearing act barely made for a bulge. Everyone saw the mouse descending in her throat, pushing out from within as an indistinct shape. His weight briefly pushed out from behind her breasts, separating them a little more for the moments he lingered in her throat, but one more good, deep press of those inner muscles tucked him away behind a wall of fat that left him almost completely hidden. He made her wobble a little when he touched down to the bottom, but most of that got contained by her top, which only stretched out a little tighter around her figure, rising up to reveal a little fluff of her bare belly. It jiggled about with some inner movement, and even more when she curled two hands under it just to give it a good heft and drop. Even for the comparatively paltry pay, she couldn’t help a bit of a signature move.

Of course, all that activity pushed out plenty of air. She didn’t give any sort of warning before she just put her hands on her hips and belted out a belch that came with a wafting gust of the mouse’s gentle scent, along with a spray of his cum where it still lingered in Gwen’s mouth. She drooled a little, licked her chops, and took to smearing down her fur a little, and straightened her spine to make that gut stick out just a little more. It always did, but especially with a mouse boy inside of it, already subject to the slow, hot process of getting gurgled.

Shifting around and rubbing her middle was starting to make her top feel a little too tight, so she just went ahead and took it off. Standing there in her bra drew even more eyes. She was pretty sure she saw some boys get hard at the very sight of her mostly topless in front of them. They weren’t even being subtle about their staring, jaws practically dropping off as they looked straight at her chest, like they’d never seen anything like them. They [i]were[/i] pretty massive, but that was no excuse to look like idiots. Eventually she just shrugged.

“They’re just tits,” she said, to one particularly slack-jawed gaper.

That wasn’t the only thing they were looking at, of course. Her faintly rumbling belly gave the occasional shake all on its own. Was that Tim kicking in there, maybe panicking a little? She didn’t pay it any more mind, and when she saw someone reaching in to try to get a feel for herself she slapped that hand away with a stern look. Showing a little teeth did the trick for dissuading any attempted groping.

“Fuck off. Belly rubs cost extra, unless I request ‘em.”

“Do it again!” someone yelled from the back of the crowd.

That sentiment started to quickly catch on. There was pointing and shouting, along with plenty of partygoers volunteering others to be Gwen’s next meal. Or themselves. She didn’t go for the overly eager types. She had a pocket full of cash, and she wasn’t budging until she saw some more of it. The physical money was starting to run out, it seemed, but when someone flashed a credit card, Gwen knew what to do. Of course she took those. All she needed to do was open an app and let her phone scan it, and the rest was easy. Handing her cash took consideration. Holding out a card was simple enough that people could do it without even really thinking how much they were giving away to the big, mostly topless hyena with the grumbling stomach.

Gwen was really hauling it in by the time she went around the circle. That had her in a better mood. She reached down to pat her middle a few times, pushing down on the weight inside of it, shifting it around. There was still movement in there, mostly imperceptible from the outside. All the activity and the resulting sloshing noise got the attention of more than just the clamouring crowd. More important than the loudest ones were the ones who drew a little closer, who stared at her with such deep, lingering looks that they appeared to be frozen. Angel was the first among that special group to say anything, however quiet it might have been.

“How’s he doing in there?” she asked, shooting the hyena a look Gwen couldn’t quite figure out.

In all the noise, that was what got Gwen’s attention the most. She turned to the white-furred one with a little smirk, eyeing her up and down. She must have been half her size. Skinny like her first meal, no doubt, but still satisfying in a way. Maybe it was time for something more filling, once she had the room. A few thumps on her gut with a fist got the process going.

“Not bad. Settled in fine. I’d work him down for a few hours normally, but think I’m gonna be speeding this one up, even if it’s kinda wasteful” she said, just to that wolf, then raised her voice to address the rest of the crowd. “Alright. You all bought yourself more of a show. Pick someone good.”

That made the shouting of suggestions or even some of them pushing their friends towards her all the more frantic. She held up a hand.

“If I get paid, I’ll down whoever. You’re going to have to be patient though. I need to make room for whoever it’s gonna be, first. Not going to get much out of him as a meal this way, but none of you really care about that anyway, do you?”

That seemed to calm some of the noise down. All eyes were on her, either wondering what she meant by that or knowing exactly what to expect, if they were familiar with her streams. She didn’t bother explaining. A demonstration would do that for her. She raised her arms, looking like she was showing off her gut, but really she was just stretching, warming up for the brief but rigorous workout she was about to do. Underneath the fat on her gut there was plenty of muscle to tighten up and flex around her prey.

That tightness crushed down on the shape inside her right along with a sudden, burbling increase in noise. A huff escaped her lips when she really started churning on that boy, shrinking down the small bulge he made in a matter of seconds. The slopping, slushing, gurgling churns that echoed out from her gut were like an awakening monster, captivating both the paying and more casual audiences, drawing more eyes from those wandering by.

There was something frightful about the sheer efficiency she could simply turn on with practise and willpower. Her belly was visibly shrinking, making all manner of noises. With it came a rise of pressure. Anyone who got too close was subject to a gusting wave of pure hyena belch, sending mist and spit in their direction, along with the mangled round frames of that boy’s glasses. It was only then that she realized she’d forgotten to take them off before eating him, but they didn’t bother her, and the visual of them clattering to the floor, all twisted and yet recognizable, got a good reaction.

Gwen spotted at least a dozen people getting off on it. Some were subtle, concealing their errant hands with their bodies or their tails. Others just openly masturbated to the sight of her mushing down that mouse and turning him into hyena pudge pretty much on the spot. She swelled and softened slightly, enough to grasp if not exactly to see. Grabbing at herself and squishing some fat between her fingers helped everyone know what she had turned that mouse into. What she could use of him, at least. She would have gained a lot more pudge and wasted a lot less if she took the time to slowly digest him, but the show had to go on.

“Now will you eat someone else?” Angel said, fussily rocking back and forth on her paws.

Gwen held up a hand first. “Hold up. Gotta shit out a nerd boy first.”

She wasn’t at all surprised to find herself getting followed to the bathroom. It wasn’t the whole crowd, but some particularly eager watchers were on her tail as she lumbered up the stairs, including the wolf who had been so helpful. She didn’t pay them much mind. Her prime focus was on doing what her body needed to do. Accelerating her digestive process like that was pleasurable in its way, but it did sometimes make things urgent. Throwing open the door, she pointed to the pair making out in there and then jabbed her thumb over her shoulder.

“You two. Outta the way.”

One look at her, with her fat bouncing along with each step and her belly rumbling audibly from across the room, and off they went, squeezing past her striped bulk on the way. Gwen took a look at the toilet, considering its size, its model. She didn’t need to be an expert to know it was completely inadequate for her purposes, but she didn’t really care. Not bothering to close the door, she had a whole gallery peering in on her as she casually dropped her pants and showed them a glimpse of that thick ass before she sat it down on the porcelain and got to grunting.

The mouse boy, whatever his name was, hadn’t exactly been a huge meal. Not for her, at least. He was still a hundred plus pounds of meat and bone for her to digest. Which she did very efficiently, despite the speed. Just a little squeezing, and he was already pushing out of her ass and into the bowl, packed tight and smooth, dotted with tiny scraps of ruined fur and even smaller fragments of his bones. There wasn’t a single recognizable thing in the mostly uniform brown mass she was shitting out, but there was no doubt it used to be that nerd, that cute thing she’d digested and absorbed into her body like any other food.

“Normally reserve this kind of thing for my secret supporter streams, but hey, call this a teaser I guess,” she said, chuckling a little between grunts.

Nobody said a word, watching her take that huge, toilet-ruining dump. Maybe they didn’t want to call attention to themselves, blushing and enjoying the dirty sight. It really didn’t make a difference to her. She kept flushing all through the process, but eventually she heard the telltale sounds of it backing up. Rising up from the bowl, she stacked paper on top of the mound steaming in the middle of it. If one of the watchers at the doorway squinted they might have spotted a mouse tooth or maybe a little claw in the mess, but the rest was just thick, steaming hyena shit. Gwen washed her hands and left it for someone else to deal with, pushing past her disposal voyeurs on hunt for her next very public meal.

There were those who stared her down as if daring her to pick them, and those that made a show of avoiding her gaze, as if it might help. The only thing she was considering was how satisfying each of them was going to be sliding down her throat, and how good it was going to feel ruining them and shitting them out just like that first cute thing. Her hunger guided her through the various subgroups of the party, from the nerds to the jocks to the pretty cheerleaders still in their outfits. Most people would have called the latter group off limits given they were such an important, popular part of the team’s success. Which was exactly why people responded so positively to the mere suggestion, to even a small glance in their direction.

“Yeah! One of them!”

“I wanna see you belch a skirt!”

“Or rip it off!”

“Which one has the biggest tits?”

There were plenty of appetizing attractions to pick from, all dressed up in their skirts and their bust-hugging tops. Each one of them had the kind of curves that made Gwen’s mouth water, but she soon found she only had eyes for one of them. That the thickly-built G-shep happened to be the head of the whole cheerleading team didn’t really make much of a difference to her either way. She just knew when meat looked especially juicy, and when she stared long enough, people were all but screaming at her to make that decision final.

“Oh man, it’d be so fucked up if she ate Val ...”

“Maybe someone less important?” someone tentatively suggested, only to be quickly shouted down in a cacophony of consensus.

Angel held up a hand. “Calm down. You’re gonna ruin it.”

The big, soft, hungry hyena got a few sideways glances when she approached the group, fat jiggling, tits bouncing in a bra that barely contained them anymore. The trophy weight she’d made out of the mouse boy was on full display, but none of them paid her much more mind than that. Maybe they were doing the mean girl thing and trying to ignore her so she’d go away. That wasn’t going to work on her. Valerie didn’t even bother to look back at her, even when Gwen was looming over her directly from behind. The other girls did their best to follow suit, but that fat, mostly topless predator earned a few stray looks the longer she lingered there, licking her chops, belly rumbling out loud.

There was no need to wait for the perfect moment. Any moment worked. When her hunger was too powerful to ignore, Gwen just reached down to snatch Valerie under the arms and heft her up into the air. The dog gave some sort of startled cry, followed by an [i]ugh[/i] of distaste that someone was putting her hands on her. It grew to something else entirely when she found herself so easily snatched right up, and then all was muffled when she found her vision framed by a big pair of toothy, drooly jaws. The hot, puffing, mouse-scented breath of the hyena wasn’t enough to completely stifle her objections

“What the fuck, not [i]me,[/i]” she said, stunned by the audacity of such a move.

Maybe she assumed that would be enough. Or that the rest of the group was going to [i]do[/i] something about that absolute scandal. Gwen just kept eating. The [i]hmmmf schlumpf schlork[/i] of her running her slopping up that long hair with her wet tongue, then moving down to lick her way along the dog’s neck overpowered anything else Valerie wanted to say. She sucked on her meal while she ran her hands over those curves. It was easy to get up under that skirt and pull Val’s panties down. A few more slobbery slurps all over her face got that shep a little warm, too. Everyone got a good look at the dark folds of her pussy, and the light glaze of lust on them that came with getting swallowed whole right in front of all her friends and all the hot boys who coveted her.

Of course people were snapping pictures. Gwen felt like she should have made her policy clear and charged for those, but it was too late. She wasn’t spitting Val out for anything. Scarfing more down, squeezing her jaws down right above those tits, she got her hands on that pretty cunt so she could fondle and finger her prey, get those athletic legs kicking in the air. Val was dangling from the hyena’s jaws, though Gwen slowed down from there, as much as she wanted to just gobble her way over that trim canine tummy. She was gobbling, but only for as long as she was slickly moving down over that trim canine tummy. Instead, she focused on fondling and playing with her prey’s clit, lifting that skirt higher and higher as she did.

Before she could hide too much of that prized body away in her gullet, she worked to start tearing off the dog’s post-game outfit in greedy grabs. Of course she didn’t care if it got ripped. She flung the tatters away and left all that sleek, short-furred canine exposed to anyone who wanted a taste, or to leave their mark. Val couldn’t speak a word of complaint with her head in Gwen’s throat. She was just going to have to squirm when she found herself almost instantly surrounded by half the team, touching her, grabbing her. The first ones took the opportunity without so much as needing a word of guidance. As for the rest, Angel was right there to guide them as soon as she saw what Gwen was doing.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to cum on Valerie’s tits? Now’s your chance. Probably your last one.”

A rousing round of [i]fuck yeahs[/i] preceded the clomp of paws and hooves approaching the gluttonous scene. It didn’t take much to convince those guys to get their dicks out. They were celebrating, and that meant they were absolutely blasted on alcohol and who knew how many other substances. Inhibitions weren’t exactly their strong suits. From tiger to bull to crocodile, a bunch of bulky guys surrounded Gwen and Val, stroking off to the sight of her naked body inching deeper into the hyena’s throat. Gwen slowly swallowed a little more every few seconds, but she was patient enough to let the boys have their moment with the beauty dangling from her jaws.

It didn’t take them long. Guys were clamouring for position so aggressively that they had maybe ten seconds in front of that cheerleader before someone else took his place. They jerked madly, hitting orgasm in seconds, and sometimes even hitting their target. Gwen rolled her eyes when she felt some of that cum splashing at her feet or shooting right past her. At least they got a good amount all over the naked body of that stripped, busty dog all dripping with drool.

Of course they paid special attention to her tits. Gwen kept her in place, jaws around her head, but made sure to keep that chest exposed. It meant taking a few ropes of cum in the face herself, but she didn’t mind too much. A snort of disapproval or two told the boys to aim a little better, at most. She let them paint her prey white, all the way down Val’s belly and thighs, until the dog was absolutely dripping and soaked down with the results of that frantic jerk off session, glazed in half the team’s cum before another gulp silenced her further protests.

Misty wasn’t sure what she was doing at such a party. Angel had invited her, but that many people she didn’t know, all in one place seemed like a stupid idea. At least there was one more person aside from her sister she knew - sort of. Maybe she was finally going to muster up the courage to say hi that night. If she got wasted enough. Nobody even noticed her when she showed up late after fussing over her outfit for way longer than was healthy. She didn’t earn so much as a glance. That was a little devastating at first, but before she could pout to herself, she looked up and realized why so much of the crowd was distracted.

After planning it, rehearsing it, and doing her very best to look her best, Misty was almost ready to introduce herself to her crush. Except it was looking a little too late. After all the time she’d spent practicing looking natural in the mirror, Misty was left to stare at the sight of the one she’d been obsessing over getting slurped up into the jaws of a big, voracious hyena. One she recognized, no less. Of course she knew who Gwen was. She was even bigger in person. All the care the white wolfess put into her outfit, and there she was, tenting her skirt to the sight of her number one crush getting swallowed by her favourite streamer.

It was all the more devastatingly arousing to watch that tongue working so deeply over Val’s pussy. The dog’s whimpers were inaudible so deep in the hyena’ gullet, but she definitely squirmed. Her kicking paws were a safety hazard in the crowd. One or two people got clocked in the head when they strayed too close. Others just got splashed with a mix of drool and thickly flowing canine lust dripping from that pussy. Gwen kept it on display a little longer, licking, tasting, pleasuring her prey until Val’s legs went rigid and that dog curled her toes as tightly as she could. One more deep gulp in the middle of the curvy dog’s orgasm ensured Gwen got to swallow most of that squirt along with the rest of her prey.

Misty let out a slight whimper when she saw the hyena tilt her head back and work on finishing off the hot cheerleader in one more final, powerful gulp. It was how Angel found her. The other wolf moved through the crowd to elbow her sister teasingly, but she didn’t distract Misty more than that. With her cock stiff and completely unconstrained by her skirt, the wolfess nibbled her lower lip and watched the faint outline of those shapes and curves descend into the belly of the hyena, like so many before her. It was usually nerds and simps, not someone like [i]Val[/i]. Yet in one huffing, satisfying [i]schlumpf[/i], that shep was gone, leaving juices dripping from Gwen’s chops in the aftermath of devouring her.

Some of the other cheerleaders scoffed at the sight. Others were quieter, just watching as that belly filled out. The dog was more filling than the mouse for sure. She made that gut stick out prominently, wobbling up and down around her weight, though she still wasn’t especially visible. Everyone who saw that faint bulge just [i]knew[/i]. From star cheerleader to gurgling weight in a streamer’s stomach, just because she was hungry and she got paid. And they saw what she made of just one little mouse. It was time to start figuring out who was the new head of the squad.

A few arguments broke out among the other cheerleaders while Gwen proudly belched and patted her gut over them. There was something in her eyes. She scanned around the crowd with a certain fire to her, back a little hunched, hefting that gurgling weight around, panting, groaning a little. While she didn’t immediately crush her gut down around her prey like she had with the mouse, a few squeezes to compress that meal into a tighter space and bring out a few more belches and hiccups helped her make a little more space. She wasn't really thinking about what she was getting paid for anymore. Swallowing that pretty girl got her appetite going in a way that not even two meals could satisfy. And she was coming Misty’s way.

It was less that she’d immediately fixated on the party’s newest arrival so much as she was just approaching Angel. That wolf seemed to know how to direct things. Maybe she had a recommendation. Or would just help feed her. Seeing that well-fed yet ravenous hyena on the approach, Misty shied away, all but hiding behind her older sister, and Angel went ahead and put on a charming grin, ready to help however she could.

“What’s up, gorgeous?”

“Still kinda hungry. Think I have a little more room before I empty out, if they’re not too big.”

Angel glanced around at the crowd. There were plenty of people she could have directed Gwen towards, but the hyena held up a hand.

“Save it. I’m picking the next one.”

She did one more cursory scan to make sure she hadn’t missed someone particularly tasty, but she was pretty sure she’d made up her mind already. Angel looked pretty good, if maybe a little too filling for how much room she had left. A smaller, leaner version of her was perfect. Misty didn’t react. She barely even seemed to move, confounded, stunned, and undeniably turned on by the attention. Gwen stepped a little closer. She smacked her lips a few times, but stopped short of obviously licking her chops. Still, it was indication enough for her audience. Their reactions to her choice were mixed.

“Her?”

“Who even is that?”

“Who cares!”

Then the cards started coming out. Misty looked up at the hyena approaching her. Then down. There was still a bulge there, not really an outline so much as just a faint distention that implied Valerie’s overall figure. Misty’s eyes were locked on it.

“You’re up next,” Gwen simply told her.

“[i]What.[/i]”

After all her help, all her eagerness to give away anyone Gwen or the crowd wanted, that was the first time Angel actually hesitated.

“Oh. Well, I mean, I didn’t think ...” She turned her eyes towards her younger sister. “What are you even [i]doing[/i] here?”

Despite the situation, Misty was quick to assert herself against the implication she didn’t belong. “I go to school here now too, you know.”

“Well, you should know better, people see you, they want to ...” Angel stopped chastising mid-sentence when she heard a particularly prominent rumble from Gwen’s gut.

Instead, she turned her attention towards the hyena, looking her up and down as if seeing her for the very first time. Even if the hyena wasn’t paying attention directly to her, she knew that look. Gwen had already made up her mind. And the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to just stick a hand straight down her shorts to help deal with the wet ache she felt there, considering it, picturing it, thinking about just letting it happen to the younger wolfess.

“Gonna have to figure out what to tell our parents,” she finally muttered.

“Really?” Misty just said, giving her sibling a look. “That’s what you’re thinking about?”

Gwen was busy collecting tips. They were even more generous this time. Maybe seeing what she’d done with the cheerleader helped convince everyone to really dig deep. Or maybe everyone was just getting drunker. She tallied it up and eventually gave a casual shrug.

“Looks like I got a little more than usual for you. Could give you a little something before you go, if that’s your thing.”

Misty was slowly backing away, but she wasn’t hiding the hard-on in the slightest. Kneeling down to get her lips on it would have been too much effort for Gwen. She just reached down to scoop up that wolf with ease and clutch her by the hips in both hands. Misty gave a slight whimper at that, but she didn’t have any further complaints. One finger under her skirt was enough to tug her panties to the side and put her small, but knotted shaft on full display to the entire party. At least it was hidden soon enough.

A few long slurps with her thick, strong tongue nearly made Misty squirt right away. She took some sample licks to get a taste for it and then just went down on the wolfess in her clutches, pushing the girl back against the wall, holding her in place as if to drain her completely dry. It wasn’t going to take much. One good, deep suck of the entire thing, from tip to knot, tip of her tongue curling under the girl’s balls, and Gwen could already feel her throbbing hard. There was a steady flow of precum on the hyena’s tongue after a few seconds of sucking Misty off, pleasure made all the more clear when she outright screamed her disbelief about it.

“[i]How are you so good at this?[/i]”

That shriek turned plenty more heads. It was hard to ignore the sight of a big hyena snatching someone up to suck them off on the spot while she digested the head cheerleader. Valerie might have even been still moving in there. It was hard to discern the wobbles and jostles of motion from squirming. Some people still tried to get in for a belly grope despite her warnings. Gwen kept one hand free just to swat at them. The rest of her focus was purely on that shy cutie she had sitting on her other hand, pressed against the wall, buried balls deep between her lips. Misty made such a squeal when she came.

It wasn’t the best blowjob Gwen had ever given, and definitely not the longest, but the results were something else. Less than a minute in that mouth, and the petite girl was going off hard enough that Gwen really had to gulp to get it all down. A little wolf cum dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. The rest, she swallowed down to give one more splash over the soaked shep in her gut. Misty never even seemed to soften. She was still rigid when the hyena slowly pulled her lips off that cock, licked her chops, and looked her right in the eyes. Maybe more than ever.

The eye contact lasted a few more seconds. Maybe Misty expected some sort of speech, or some sort of ceremony. But she’d seen the streams. She knew it wasn’t like that. Prey wasn’t special. They were prey. And she knew exactly what she was when the hyena stretched those strands of spit taut between her parted lips and teeth, letting the steam and flow over the wolf girl’s soft features, all but drenching her fur down flat with the humidity of her breath alone. Misty returned the huffs they grew to gasps, muffled by the sudden, overpowering [i]GLOMP[/i] of jaws engulfing her entire head at once.

She felt those teeth around her throat as she dove face first onto that tongue. Smothering into it, imparting even more of her taste, catching a slight scent of her own cum - and maybe a little trace of Valerie too - she couldn’t do much more than moan. Maybe she wasn’t as squirmy as Gwen’s last meal, but that served the hyena just fine for dessert. The predator kept one hand on the ass of that cute meal, feeding her in, clothes and all. Keeping that skirt lifted high allowed everyone one good last look at that dick, hard as hell as Gwen swallowed Misty’s small tits and worked down her belly. The way it twitched when it touched the hyena’s tongue made it look like she was ready to cum again.

It was hard to say if she ever managed. Gwen didn’t linger on her meal like she did the last one. She had a space to fill, and she gulped as hard as she needed to just to put Misty there a little faster. All it took was one hand to support her squirming prey’s weight. That young wolfess wasn’t exactly big. She barely looked like she belonged at the college party, but she’d always been petite. The bulge she made travelling down Gwen’s throat was barely noticeable, except for when the tunnel of a gullet hugged extra tight around her with each heavy gulp.

Taking her hand off her meal, Gwen tilted her head back and made a show of [i]slurking[/i] that girl down with drooling ferocity. Dragging those legs away with heavy, aggressive swallows, even some growls, she completely drowned out the whimpery moan that echoed up from within her. Misty vanished down to her paws and a faintly wagging tail. The wolf was still such a dog, especially when she was so excited. Gwen might have felt a little extra warmth flowing down her throat when she slapped her tongue under those curling, twitching toes and finished tucking her meal away.

Angel closely watched that faint bulge descending. She didn’t quite reach up to touch - she respected an artist and her process - but she remained very close. From comfortably full to outright stuffed, Gwen got both hands under her gut once she was all finished packing that wolf girl away. Some deep kneads got the belches flowing. She blasted one towards the nearby wall, then kneaded a little more, turned around, and projected that proud sound towards the crowd as a whole. Angel flitted around to absorb some of it. It looked like she might have been sniffing the air a little, or maybe her nose was just twitching at picking up some familiar scents.

A few thumps on her gut, and Gwen got to work. Either she got them churned down, or she went for a digestive nap, and she didn’t really want to fall asleep in a place like that. She let everyone watch her crush down on her prey, squeezing her gut inwards. The precise results were inaudible amid the gurgling cacophony Mostly it was nothing but the sloshing, slushing, mulching process of squeezing all that meat down to something more easily digested, and rapidly churning through it, pumping the two girls into her intestines all in a matter of a few sloppy, gurgly minutes. Misty only got that long to spend pressed against Valerie before they were all melted together and indistinct.

Working down that much meat that quickly meant Gwen generated enough force to erupt with a roaring burp so potent it shook the very foundation of the house that could barely contain it. That was how it felt at least to any of the partygoers in her vicinity. They were shaken by the sheer power of her triumphant megabelch. It lasted several seconds straight, bellowing out with blatant crudeness. She misted her admirers with spit and projected the scent of digested dogs to the room around her, before smacking her lips in satisfaction.

With her belly shrinking down again and her curves packing on a little more fat with each passing second, Her bra was getting tight enough that she eventually just took it off and dropped it on the floor. If someone wanted it, they could have it. She was too fat for a top, and her gut was starting to rumble in a certain way, pumping all that churned down meat, that star cheerleader and her shy secret admirer alike along, taking all the nutrients from them, adding them to that big, popular body. She eventually grunted and turned to the one who’d been helpful enough guiding her through the whole thing.

“You got another bathroom in this place?”

Angel took a few moments to reply, blinking a few times first. “Uhhh ... might be one in the basement?”

A deep rumble from her middle sounded like an objection to the thought of going that far, especially when there were so many stairs to deal with. She shrugged.

“Fuck that. How about a trashcan somewhere?”

Angel made a few gestures, and some of the jocks went to the kitchen to grab one and drag it over. Gwen was patient enough. It wasn’t [i]that[/i] urgent, but she was ready to get rid of those meals and call it a night. There was always another stream to prepare for. She was pretty sure she’d earned some new subs after her public display, too. She took a look at the trash can the boys were hauling in. A pretty sizable one, if not exactly sturdy enough of a seat for her prey-fattened ass. She was just going to have to drop her pants again and squat over it right in front of everyone who bothered to look.

Some moved back to give her some space. Some very much didn’t. Angel wasn’t going anywhere. Gwen could all but see the blush showing through that white fur. It didn’t make much of a difference to her anymore. She was done putting on a show. It was just a matter of relief. Her body made quick work of both those girls at once. She huffed and sometimes grunted, but it really wasn’t much effort at all to shit out a huge, uniform mass of canine fur, hair, and little bits of bone. There were plenty of threads from Misty’s meticulously prepared outfit, too. Eventually, there was even a pair of cute little panties embedded in the mess, dumped into the trash can with the rest, soon to be buried by the rest of the hyena shit piling up in a mound right in front of everyone.

Relieving herself of pound after pound of former dog and wolf alike, Gwen gave the occasional twitch of her tail or curl of a lip when she pressed out some particularly stimulating fragments of ruined bones. The rest was pure powder, pulverized in her gut and further processed through the rest of her potent digestive system. There was nothing to tell them apart, nothing to help recognize either Valerie or Misty. Maybe someone could have found a tooth or two to prove that huge mess was really them, if they went digging into it all, but that didn’t seem likely. Gwen pissed on the mountain she made of those two when she was done squeezing them out and rose up again.

Someone was going to have to deal with the ruined toilet and the barrel of former prey turned thick shit she made of the star cheerleader and her secret admirer. It wasn't going to be her. For her, it was time to make her unceremonious exit from the party so she could start tallying up her earnings and get some rest. Three meals digested in such a short time always made her sleepy.

She walked out fully aware of Angel’s gaze, but she didn’t even glance back to acknowledge the wolfess who’d helped the whole thing along. She was going to get away uneaten, and she was free to tune into future streams, to admire the extra fat and curves that she’d helped make by feeding the famously ravenous hyena. The party went on around her, mostly undisturbed by the gluttonous indulgence right in the middle of it. People were still raging, still ruining the place, drinking too much, fucking in the open. Three less of them were coming home, but that was to be expected when that many people gathered to party that hard.